I was born in a house next to a pub….my great grandad ran a pub…one of my first jobs was in a wonderful pub on the river Thames….and over the past 4 years, without wanting to sound dramatic… I’ve watched myself be reborn again…in a house next to a pub. Pubs it would seem are a life theme for me.
I’ve just moved house…for the first time in my nearly 45 years I have bought my own home…the first thing I noticed on the way in was the new pub being built within walking distance….
I didn’t know how much I wanted (and needed) to buy my own place until the day I walked through the door. It has taken seven long years to get here. I wish I could go back to Becky of 2015 and show her…it all seemed an impossible dream back then…being a single mum after many years without financial independence, working part time to try and be there for the kids…earning shit money…the juggle, the struggle was real but necessary to go through, to make this moment all the sweeter.
But anyway….back to pubs….what marvellous places they can be……I’m pretty sure that they run through the veins of British people. They are like therapy hubs. In my most recent pub (the one I have been living next door to for 4 years), I’ve received relationship advice…the manager of a few years ago telling me in no uncertain terms that my boyfriend at the time was “no good”…quite right. I’ve received food parcels when I’ve been sick, sandbags when I’ve been flooded, Christmas decorations they couldn’t use during lockdown to make my kids smile…my house lit up in golden, twinkling stars…
My first Christmas alone without the kids I had a knock on the door and a Christmas dinner (with pudding) delivered…..numerous raucous nights with friends that I’ve stumbled home from….and quiet, tearful nights where I’ve wept on friends shoulders or listened when they’ve wept on mine…it’s been a pub that hasn’t judged and supported me through 6 months of sobriety last year. A pub that has pretty much held and supported as I’ve re birthed into this new version of myself….my life is unrecognisable from the one of the woman that started this blog.
I’m still, just about, a midwife…..I now work full time in telly….albeit making a programme about making babies….I’m still a single mum to two brilliant girls….albeit quite big ones now…and I’m optimistic….but no longer live next door to a pub…for now…
Ps. If you ever want to visit a brilliant pub…go to The Plough in Downside Cobham and tell them Becky sent you….you’ll definitely get a great meal and a lovely drink but if you’re really lucky you might stick around long enough for some friendship and life tips too 🙂